Tuesday, February 20, 2007

memories of midnight

-Falling asleep with the cool breeze from my window wafting through my room. For some reason, an open window at night always reminds me of my pensione in Italy, where the tiny, open window carried in cool air and phantom music.

-Logan telling me all about how she made elf houses with her friends last weekend. I did the exact same thing at her age. It brought back whimsical memories to listen to her talk about what bark she used and how big they were.

-Finally coming home, starving, and running into Sandra, who was going to get pizza. She invited me along, and what was going to be a quick make-do solo dinner turned into refreshing conversation and fabulous pizza.

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“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and the pain of it no less than in the excitement and the gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy, hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.“